Chapter 128 – For The Cause
Monday, April 24 (12: 00 AM)
I was stirred from my slumber when the sound of my handsome lover entering the room alerted my slumbering senses. Opening my eyes up and slowly raising my head up off his lofty pillow, my nostrils were instantly assaulted with a very potent, very foul-smelling odour. Nick's rancid foot odour...or more specifically; that of his footwear.
I looked down towards the large carpet that lined the floor next to the bed, and found myself staring straight down into my boyfriend's terribly raunchy-looking bad boys.
The smell of his socks filled the bedroom air, and the fumes coming out of his giant, size 13 basketball shoes....it was just beyond belief!
Revolted by the fetid odour that permeated the air around me, I immediately opted for burying my face back down inside my lover's thick pillow, and quickly nuzzled my nose deep in to avoid the nauseating fumes that were filling up the bedroom.
Completely oblivious to the effect his discarded socks and shoes were having on me, the giant muscle-bound hunk shut the bedside lamp off and climbed on the bed before slipping under the comforter and lowering himself down on top of me.
His incredibly hard body and warm skin soothed my tired muscles, and a sensation of pure tranquility and peace quickly washed over me as his weight came down on me.
The mattress instantly responded to the sudden increase in weight and allowed my body to sink down into it's foamy embrace, quite literally trapping me underneath the beefy Alpha's buff body.
A pair of HUGE arms wrapped themselves around the pillow I was resting on, sandwiching my head between the thick layer of smelly duck down and my boyfriend's very broad, very muscular chest.
The back of my thighs were met with a similar fate when Nick's much thicker thighs clamped down around mine, pinning them together and squashing them down to the mattress.
I was being squashed like a fuckin' BUG underneath him!
With my dominant blond boyfriend coming down so completely on top of me, it wasn't long before I felt the familiar presence of his throbbing boner nestling itself inside my crack.
His giant cock was back up to full mast.
I could feel it throbbing and oozing precum as it wiggled it's way into my exposed bum crack, resting there...like a dormant beast that shouldn't be angered or awoken.
The sensation of coarse hairs against my tender skin kept me from forgetting who's cock it was that was lodged deep along my crack. As if the sheer size of it wasn't already a dead giveaway, the enormous crotch bush that adorned the base of the monster shaft, didn't allow room for ANY doubt.
This was Nick.
One hundred percent, pure, Triple-A-grade Nick.
He was REALLY hairy down there, which was a stark contrast to the rest of his perfectly manscaped, hairless body.
And as much as I didn't like it, I have to admit, there
was something extremely hot and masculine about him refusing to trim down his overgrown pubic bush.
The giant jock wrapped his arms tighter around his pillow and bucked his hips down, driving his bone-hard throbber into my defenseless jock-strap clad ass and grinding his furry crotch against my butt cheeks.
I couldn't do a thing about it and he knew it.
My immediate response was to moan in his pillow and giggle at the fact that he was teasing me.
The beastly muscle-brute growled and nibbled my left earlobe before locking his arms even tighter around me.
He was hard and I knew he wanted to fuck me.
Still giggling, I tried to raise my head up and get my face out of his pillow, but couldn't.
Nick's broad chest was heavy as sin, and his left arm was wrapped tight around the pillow I was resting on.
Twisting my face out of the pillow's loft didn't prove at all useful.
Instead, I found myself trapped and smothered under my Alpha's huge left bicep.
It wasn't actually that bad, except for the fact that my nose and mouth were dangerously close to getting lodged inside that fuckin' bushy armpit of his. That's another thing I had trouble with.
Come to think of it, my relationship with Nick's body was very much a sorta love-hate thing.
And for some reason, acknowledging that REALLY turned me on.
Thick thighs and legs wrapped themselves around my much smaller ones, and the heavy duty down comforter was pulled on top of both our bodies.
I tried squirming around for a bit, but apart from being able to wiggle my toes, I knew I wasn't going anywhere.
Satisfied with how utterly trapped and squashed down I was, Nick growled like a hungry bear and wrapped his thick duvet real tight around us, surrounding me with warmth and ensuring the my nostrils kept filling up with the soft scent of his amazing body.
Everything around me smelled like him. Even the stinky duck-down pillow and comforter carried his earthy scent.
And for that, I was very grateful.
Words can't even begin to describe how absolutely safe, warm and satisfied I felt in that moment.
"Are you warm enough down there, babe?" Nick asked, slowly bending his face down to kiss the top of my head and completely ignoring the fact that my face was squashed between the thick pillow and his enormous left bicep.
"Mmmpphhh..." was all I managed to respond.
The incredibly handsome blue eyed King ignored my heavily muffled answer and simply sniffed the top of my head before kissing it a few more times.
"Are you still angry with me for earlier?" he asked, gently placing his stubble-lined chin on top of my head and refusing to move his arm from over my face.
I let the question hang in the air for a bit before finally producing a sigh and shrugging my shoulders as much as I could.
"Mmpphfmpphh." I moaned, indicating I was indeed still a little upset.
"I guess you're wondering how I got Jeremy's stuff back, eh?" he asked, slowly lifting himself up a bit and using his elbows as supports so that I could turn my face around and look up at him while he spoke.
I turned my head up towards his face and nodded my head, clearly intent on hearing what he had to say for himself. That little escapade of his, or whatever you wanna call it, it
wasn't smart.
Brad could've hurt him, or even worse, could've killed him!
The thought of the man I loved going alone to get Jeremy's stuff at Brad's place was painful and too terrifying to think about, especially given the circumstances of our rushed departure from the cottage. As far as I was concerned, Brad was a monster with zero sense of honour. He had no limits and didn't appear to have ANY moral code whatsoever. That alone made him extremely dangerous.
The words that came out of my boyfriend's mouth however, were not the ones I expected to hear.
"It's not what you think, babe. Brad gave me Jeremy's stuff willingly." he said.
I was in shock.
Brad handing over Jeremy's stuff didn't make any sense. Not unless he had something to gain from it.
The look of confusion on my face must've been enough for Nick to realize that his explanation made no sense to me. I was obviously missing something important.
"I don't get it, Sir. Why would Brad..." I asked, or rather, started to.
"I'm getting to that." Nick interrupted, lifting a hand up and placing an index finger over my lips.
"He says he wants to change, and he asked me to help convince Jeremy to go back to him." Nick explained, ignoring the growing look of disbelief on my face.
"He agreed to give me his stuff if I promised to try and get Jeremy to talk to him. He told me he wants to apologize and make it up to him. He even admitted he went overboard last night, and agreed we did the right thing by taking Jeremy away from him. And as far as he knows, Jeremy doesn't wanna see him again...so I promised to try and convince the boi to give him a second chance, in exchange for all of the kid's belongings."
I was horrified.
After all this, after ALL we'd put Jeremy through, we were just gonna send him back to that...that jerk?!
"But...but Nick. We can't..." I immediately whimpered, only to be silenced and cut off again.
"Shhh. Calm down." Nick immediately scolded, placing his finger back over my lips and instructing me to be quiet. "I would've promised Brad the world if that meant getting Jeremy's stuff back without a fight. Brad may be a fuckin' asshole, but he's been my friend for a long time and I DON'T wanna get into another fight with him."
I cast my eyes down and reflected on his words for a bit.
"I have NO intention of letting those two reunite...at least, not yet." he continued, quickly reassuring me about his intents.
I have to admit, I was greatly relieved to hear him say that. But I still had my doubts about whether or not Nick's plan to keep those two apart would work.
"What are you gonna tell Jeremy?" I asked. "He'll be surprised to see his stuff back and he'll wanna know how you got it. Are you gonna tell him all that crap about Brad wanting to change?"
My Master frowned a bit, as if annoyed by my lack of respect for his friend.
I didn't care though. I was genuinely concerned that Jeremy might decide to go back to his former Master if word of his supposedly "repentant" spirit got around.
"I'll tell him only what he needs to know." Nick replied, frowning down at me while at the same time attempting to quiet my fears.
"But...what if he starts asking questions? What if..."
"Steven. Leave that to me." he growled, starring straight into my eyes and once again motioning for me to be quiet. "Jeremy's nineteen, and whether you like it or not, he's a man. He has the right to know, and he has the right to decide his own fate." Nick scolded.
"But what if he decides he wants to talk to Brad?!" I pressed, taking on a more submissive tone so that the blond Alpha wouldn't interpret my questioning as a form of defiance.
"Then they'll talk." came his sharp reply.
"But...what if he decides to forgive that loser? What if Brad convinces him that he should go back?" I continued, feeling as though my concerns were completely legitimate.
Apparently, Nick thought them legitimate as well, 'cause even though the room was almost pitch black, I could tell from his poorly-defined facial expression that he wasn't
entirely confident in the validity of his plan.
This whole thing reeked of uncertainty and he knew it.
"Listen...I'll do everything I can to convince Jeremy to stay away from Brad. But at the end of the day, there's only so much I can do for your friend." he tried to reason.
My face immediately contorted into a look of sadness when I realised Nick's plan was doomed to failure.
There was no doubt in my mind that Brad would quickly poison Jeremy's thoughts and lure him back into that same destructive relationship we'd saved him from.
Brad was a manipulator, and a good one at that.
"If Jeremy really wants to go back, then I won't stop him. He's an adult. They BOTH are." Nick repeated, causing me to lower my gaze and accept the fact that his words rang true.
Everything when silent for a moment, and then I sighed and lowered my face back down against the lofty pillow, ready to let the matter rest and call it a night.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I just really hope Jeremy doesn't go back to that monster." I whimpered, causing Nick to lower his face down and plant his over the top of my head.
"Shhh, it's okay. He won't. We've got Zack on our side." he purred, suddenly causing a spark of hope to add a bit of brightness to our discussion.
I'd forgotten about Zack.
If Nick's plan to keep those two apart had ANY chance of working, Zack would definitely have to stay in the picture. HE was the key!
Considering how he and Jeremy got along today, maybe it
wasn't so naïve for Nick to believe that his plan stood a chance.
I looked up into my Master's gaze, suddenly feeling a bit more confident in our ability to keep Jeremy away from his former Master.
"You think this'll work?" I asked, truly hopeful that this would all play out correctly.
Nick smiled at me before reaching for the top of my head and running his fingers through my hair.
"Yeah, I think it'll work." he purred, using that deep voice of his to calm me down and soothe my worries.
I asked Nick if we could give Jeremy his stuff back tomorrow, but he said no and that he didn't want Jeremy thinking about his former life or about Brad for the time being.
Jeremy would get his stuff back later this week, which meant I'd have to share my clothes with him over the course of the next few days.
It was the least I could do.
When I told Nick that Jeremy's clothes were still in the dryer, he simply told me he'd get up early tomorrow morning and hide them away in our closet until he deemed necessary.
After all, we didn't want Jeremy accidentally finding his stuff before Nick decided it was the right time.
That moment would surely raise a lot of questions and would get him thinking about Brad a lot.
We couldn't allow that to happen, at least not yet.
For the time being, we needed to get him hooked on Zack, and we needed to keep his thoughts away from Brad as much as possible.
As morally questionable as this plan might've been, I became convinced it was the only way of bringing some of amount of joy back into my friend's life.
After spending the last few months as Brad's brutalised toy, Jeremy wasn't physically or mentally ready to take care of himself yet. And the fact of the matter was that we simply didn't have the luxury or the time to debate the finer points of morality. We needed to act fast.
Yes, flinging Jeremy into another relationship was risky.
And yes, the possibilities of it going wrong were very real.
But the boi was in desperate need of comfort and support, and that was something Nick and I could only provide in limited amounts.
I still didn't know much about Zack, but there was no doubt in my mind that he'd treat the boi a LOT better than Brad ever would.
Nick assured me that Zack wasn't perfect and that he and Jeremy would eventually have to work out some issues with each other.
But whatever Zack's flaws were...whatever his history, I had to believe that he was the better choice.
NOTHING would convince me that going back to Brad was the lesser of two evils.
And so, I gave Nick's plan my blessing and vowed to help him bring it to completion by any means necessary.
Zack probably wasn't aware of this at the time, but all our hopes were resting on him at that point.
There was no room for failure. This was a win or lose situation.
We HAD to get those two together.
Jeremy's health and wellbeing depended on it. And so did my happiness.